Sometimes, when I travel, I like to mix a little excitement in and visit 'haunted' places.
I'm not sure about the rest of the world and what they believe, but I've always been a strong believer in 'the other world' and 'ghosts'.
My mother likes to visit those types of places too. So when I'm home from the road, we often go off 'driving around' (my father calls it wasting gas). I have a few books on haunted places...some on haunted places just in Wiconsin. In one of my books I kept reading about the "Phantoms of Ridgeway".
The Curiousity nerve struck, we took off one freezing day for the small town of Ridgeway. The likliness of us seeing or finding anything was just a small chance.
We picked the perfect day for 'ghost hunting'. It was winter and the sun wasn't showing itself. It was pretty dreary and by the time we got around to Ridgeway...it was starting to get dark out. It wasn't snowing, but it was drifting around to give it that 'spooky' feel.
We drove around the town for a while, but of course, found nothing of interest (nothing to do with ghosts). We were trying to determine some of the roads from my book and finally put our bets on the highway now running through. Whether we were right or not is beyond me, but we went driving around out in the country on the other side of the highway.
By this time we were just wandering around aimlessly, ghosts almost forgotten. I had my carmera with me so when we stopped at the bottom of this HUGE hill, that seemed so high at the time, I couldn't see the top...with the 'mist' swirling around it and so much fog around me the road was all I could see...I just had to take a picture (and I did).
Soon we went to the top of the hill and turned right, finding a cemetery. Cemetery's have always been of interest to me (and my parents). We're all writers and we're all curious and have this somewhat morbid fascination with the stories behind the gravestone. A lot of times we just take pictures of old or interesting looking gravestones.
We may not of seen any ghosts that day, but the look and feel of the day was too good to even capture in my pictures. You can see it okay, but it doesn't add up to what I saw through my eyes. Perhaps half of it is imagination and built up images, I'm not sure. What I DO know...is I've never forgotten that little adventure and I find myself thinking about Ridgeway and somehow it will always have a place, even if small, in my heart.
All this being said, I bring you the story of Ridgeway...